EroticReverie

The dress Dominic was talking about, wasnt really made of lace. But I knew which one he was talking about, because I remember him staring at me all night, making more trips to the hostess stand than needed. 

Gina, the bartender WAS actually right. The dress, while not really scandalous by any means, was a bit much for work. It was a tiny, black dress, that had an overlay of fabric, that ended up leaving a scalloped hem around the bottom, and a little bit of the scalloped edging along the plunge that left a generous amount of cleavage. The straps were incredibly thing, and criss crossed over my back. 

I didn't think it was a good idea to follow what Dominic wanted, letting him choose my outfits like I was some kind of toy for him. But who was I really kidding? I loved it. 

On Saturday night I walked into the restaurant, and broke the open toed shoe rule, my wearing a pair of strappy heels. Dominic WOULD say something, because he HAD to, but he wouldn't send me home to change them. I liked the way it made my legs look in the dress. I knew he'd approve too. Gina glanced at me. She hid the scowl forming at her lips. 

"Heard you had a late night last night" she said, with a tone drenched in jealousy. 

I looked at her. "Yes. I stayed to to do the servers sidework because.." I don't know why I was explaining, because she cut me off anyway.

She scoffed polishing a glass. "You know that's not what I mean" she said and gave me an up and down look. 

"I told you that dress is not acceptable to wear." she said raising her eyebrow. I walked over, the other servers in the dining room preparing the tables for us to open for dinner, stopped and watched. 

"Why, because your customers would rather look at me than you?" I said drumming my nails on the bar top. 

Gina wasn't particularly nice to anyone really. But even more unpleasant to girls she knew had fucked, or wanted to fuck the boss, or that the boss wanted to fuck. So yeah, she was pretty unpleasant to all of us. And apparently, even more so now that the line cook and dishwasher probably blabbed about it last night or this morning to other co workers that they caught Dom dangerously close to me in the dining room. 

Gina rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, don't flatter yourself.  Real women get a mans attention in other ways...not by throwing themselves at them in slutty dresses" she smirked, satisfied, thinking her claws had dug deep enough. 

"You mean by making them shitty drinks, and adding too much alcohol so you look better to them?" I ask. I heard a snicker from one of the waitresses. Gina glared over to the noise, looking for who made it then back to me. 

"Those heels aren't allowed." she said. 

"We'll see" I shrugged, reaching over the counter, taking the stem of a cherry and popping it in my mouth and pulling, tossing the stem, flicking it at her behind the bar. 

Her mouth tightened and if she gripped the glass she was cleaning any harder it would shatter in her hand and sliced it in half. Good , I thought. She'd get what she deserves. 

I walk away from Gina and through the restaurant to the back to put my stuff in the office. Dom always lets me put my things in his office, because...well...I guess because he want's to fuck me I suppose. 

As I push into the back, I'm careful of my steps, because I wouldn't be the first to take a spill on these floors. But dinner hasnt started, the floors are dry. 

I'm greeted by a collection of whistles and hoots as I walk into the back. 

"GI...ANNA" one of the line cooks gives me and up a down look and shakes his hand as if it's hot and puts his fingers to his mouth and gives a loud whistle.

"Hi...BOYS" I walk over to the line and place my hands on the counter on the opposite side. I know I'm an attractive girl, because that's all that Dom hires. Even before being hired I knew. But let me tell you, working in a restaurant, will give you the biggest ego boost a girl could ever get. It's true what they say, that if you don't appreciate your girl...the guys that work with her in a restaurant will. They always hype you up, they always make you feel like you're a god damn princess. 

I lean over the counter and stick my hand out to Tommy, one of the older line cooks, who just smiles, shakes his head then reaches down, and brings back up and small ball of fresh mozzarella. 

"Thanks T" I say with a wink and pop it in my mouth and then walk around the line and to Dom's office.

More whistles come from behind me as they finally see my legs.  I look over my shoulder and smile and walk into the office. Dom is on the phone. His face goes from serious to grinning when I walk in and he leans back in his chair, and pats his lap. 

I shake my head and giggle. I bite my lip thinking about the giant Italian cock in his pants that should've given your girl nightmares when she went to sleep last night. 

He pats it again and waves me over to him. 

"Yea Jon" he says into the phone, he doesn't seem focused on whatever the guy on the other end is saying as I walk over to him. 

"Yeah" he says again and when I'm close enough he sits up and grabs my ass and pulls me closer. I giggle as he talks into the phone. His office door is still open, but that doesn't stop him from sliding his hand up the back of my dress.

"Panties?" he mouths to me as his hand rises higher. 

I raise my eyebrow with a grin and shrug and step back, his hand falls. His face scowls playfully and he points to the ground between his legs, demanding I come back to him. 

"yeah Jon, I'm fucking listening...I heard ya.." he says and he rolls his chair across the floor I giggle and scamper out the door and he's left staring after me, the guys on the line watching him as he watches me walk away from him. The guys laugh a little. They know Dom has been chasing my tail, trying to get it. None of them need to know he got a little piece of it last night, even if they want to assume it. 

"Gianna!" I heard him yell when Im to the dining room door. 

I laugh and pause with my hand on the door ready to push. 

"Yes, Dom?" I call cheerily, the line guys laugh as they finish prepping their stations, some of them just reading a newspaper or on their phones ready for dinner to start. 

"Get back here....those shoes aren't part of the dress code!" He yells through the kitchen.

I turn and walk back slowly, the line guys laughing as I put my hands on my hips and stand where Dom can see , but not near his office door. A little grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. 

"Jon, I gotta go, these sassy little waitresses think they run the place" he says and hangs up his phone. I laugh a little. The dish washers and line guys watching our exchange. 

"They're the only ones that went with my dress" I say and give a little fake huff. 

"Tommy, don't they look nice with my dress?" I turn to the line cook, and raise my foot to the first lower rack near his station, my dress raising a bit. I pull up on the hem just a bit. 

"I thought they made my legs look nice" I give a little pouty look over to Dom, as Tommy agrees that my legs look good in them. 

"Gianna, Jesus christ...get in my office, before one of them get you pregnant" he says, and we all laugh as he rolls his chair back from the door where I can't see him. 

"Close the damn door" he says when I walk in, sounding angry, but then he smiles. I close the door and then grin. 

"Yes, boss?" I ask innocently. 

"Lift your fucking dress" he growls. 

"That's highly inappropriate. I think that's" I tap my finger on my chin. "What do they call it? Sexual harassment?" I tease, and he reaches forward I yelp with a giggle as he pulls me to him and I fall into his lap. I giggle, but then I gasp as his hand dives up my dress and between my legs.

"Dom!" I say looking to his door. "Someone can come in" I whisper. But his fingers don't seem to mind when they bring a grin to his face when he discovers I didn't wear any panties, just like he asked. 

"Spread your legs." he says looking at me as I breathe heavily now my heart racing. 

"Now" he growls. 

I bite my lip and spread my legs open, I slip my arm around his neck, sitting on one his legs, my one leg draped over the other, the other, pushing out, spreading for him as he rubs my pussy. 

"Mmmm" he says , and I turn my face to him and he grins. 

My mouth parts as he slides a finger inside of me, curling it.

"Fuuuuuuck" he groans. 

Within seconds in his quiet office, only the faint sounds of pots and pans clanging around in the kitchen, we can hear my pussy getting wet as I moan quietly. 

"Dom" I whisper.

"I want your pussy wet for me all night Gianna" he whispers. 

I nod. Because there's definitely no way it won't be now. 

"Pull up that dress....show me what's mine" he says. 

His finger is already inside ,my dress is scrunched at my waist, I lift the fabric holding it to my chest and he leans his head forward and I roll my hips. 

"Mmmmmm" he smiles looking down. 

"Look at you" he pulls out his finger and I see it shining with my need for him. 

"Mmmmm" he says raising the finger to his mouth and tasting me. I watch, biting my lip. 

"God I want to eat your pussy right now" he groans and pushes me up and gently off his lap. 

"Lock the fucking door" he growls. 

I turn walk the few steps to his door and lock it, he stands and pulls me to him and quickly puts me onto his desk, my ass crashing against a pile of papers, knocking over a small cup of pens, his mouth crashes to mine immediately. And I gasp. 

"You look so fucking good in that fucking dress" he groans into my mouth and leans me back, I lean back on his desk, my head against the cabinets on the wall above me. His office isnt huge, it's not fancy, but big enough for him to have dirty encounters like this with his chosen female staff member.

"how many girls have you fucked in here?" I ask, his mouth leaves mine and he grins.

"why the hell would you want to know that?" he laughs slightly and goes for my mouth, I let him have it. Our tongues crashing against one anothers. 

"Because" I pant as his finger finds its way back inside me and he's pumping it into me, fast, his thumb rubbing my clit as he does. I squirm on his desk and he lowers himself to the floor.

" I don't count Gianna" he says and his mouth goes to my pussy. 

"But you'll be the first to get your pussy licked on it..." he grins and his tongue flicks over my clit as his fingers serve me, two at a time now. I whimper at the way my pussy feels stretching around just those fingers.  I bite my lip. 

"How many" I breathe, panting, squirming. 

"Fuck" he mumbles into my pussy and sucks my clit. "I dont know" he mumbles and goes back to licking.

"More than 20?" I ask watching him as he goes down on me, his 45 year old mouth doing things to me I'm not sure I'll ever feel again. 

"YEs" he groans and his tongue continues.

"More than 30?" I let out a moan as his fingers do deeper, curling against my g spot and he waves them slowly against my wall as he licks my clit hungrily, sucking, flicking, nibbling, which causes me to yelp and my legs to tremble. 

"I've owned this place for 20 years....you think a guy is gonna fuck 2 or less chicks a year in his office?" he asks.  I moan when his mouth goes back to me, I close my legs, and push his head. 

"what are you doing?" he says, and I see the wetness of my pussy on his mouth and chin, on his fingers as he pulls them from me. "Whats wrong?" he throws his hands up in the air.

"Cmon baby" he says as I slide off the desk.  "Get back on my desk..." he grins as I pull down my dress and smooth it out. "I didnt finish my meal" he says playfully and I laugh and shake my head at the joke. 

"Fuck the taste of you has me so fucking hard Gianna" he says and pulls me back to him, and pulls me into his lap, my ass against his dick, he grinds up into me through my dress. 

"You feel that?" he groans , biting my shoulder and I jump slightly. "Feel what you do to this cock?" He drags his tongue over my shoulder and to the nape of my neck. He gently bites. 

"You make it harder than it's ever fucking been" he groans , his breath pushing down my back I shiver and arch my back. 

Someone knocks on the door. 

"Fuck off a minute!" Dom yells making me jump. 

"Sorry baby" he says and puts his hands on my shoulder and he groans. His nose nudging against my ear. 

"Let me make you cum on my mouth" he whispers. 

I feel the flesh of my arms pimple, and the hair on them raise. I shiver and moan at his words, as his one hand on my shoulder pulls my back against his chest, then slips down the front of my shoulder, over my chest and down my dress. He grabs my breast, and rubs it, his fingers pushing over my hard nipple, then reaching across my chest to the other and doing the same. 

"Does that keep you wet?" he whispers in my ear and I nod. 

"I could play with your pretty body all night....all fucking day.." he groans in my ear. "I'm going to touch, and lick...every fucking inch of you" he says in my ear and I moan, grinding my ass into his lap. 

"I'm going to take my sweet fucking time on Monday Gianna....you'll be fucking begging..." he groans. I gasp as he pinches my nipple. 

"Begging me to fuck you with this big cock" he says. I bite my lip and both his hands are down my dress, and pinching my nipples. I squirm in his lap and he pulls me up.

The person at the door knocks again. 

"Jesus..fucking...christ" he mumbles and turns on the cameras to see who's waiting. I look up too. It's Gina. 

"Gina! Go fuck off!" he yells at the door and we see her glare at the door and cross her arms and then turn and walk back into dining room. I laugh. 

"she's the worst" I say. 

He laughs. And then his hands are pushing at my hips, rocking me back and forth in his lap. 

"You know you almost made me cum in my pants like a fucking kid when you made yourself cum, dry humping my cock in my car the other night?" he asks. 

I giggle and look over my shoulder. 

"You saying you want me to cum while dry humping your cock, so I can make you cum in your pants?" I ask. 

"I'm saying you're a hot piece of ass, that's fucking dangerous, and your little pussy might destroy my fucking cock before I even get to fuck it" he groans. 

I bite my lip hard and grind my ass back into him. I breathe quietly panting. I let out a little moan.

"Turn around" he groans. 

I quickly change my position and straddle him. 

He stands and puts me against the wall, with a  large paper calendar on in. I feel the paper rustle behind me as he digs into me, with his cock. Only his clothes between his cock and my pussy. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, panting into his mouth as he dry fucks me, grinding his hard dick against my pussy. I moan at the friction, moan at how hot he is, moaning at the fact, everyone has to know something is going on since i've been in here so long. I let out a little yelp as he hoists me up , I feel his hand work his pants, unzipping.

"Dom" I shake my head. "I can't" 

"I just want to cum on you" he groans. I bite my lip and I feel his cock slide against my pussy, the head of his cock pushing at me.

"Fuck...fuck..." he groans and I feel the head of his cock nudge against my tight, aching, yet terrified fucking pussy. 

He grits his teeth and carries me the few feet to his desk and sets me down. He pushes my legs apart, and I watch him as he smacks his cock against my pussy, he uses his swollen throbbing cock to push back and forth over my clit. 

"Domm" I moan. 

"Fuck" he groans and leans down, his face buries itself and I watch, seeing him stroke himself as he eats my pussy. He sucks my clit hard and I cry out. 

"Dom-m-m-m" my voice shakes as he brings me to orgasm and I try not to be too loud, but I squeak trying to hold my moan in and Dom finishes me until my trembling, quivering body has stopped, and is only jolted my the further dragging of his tongue over my sensitive clit. 

He stands and strokes his cock. "Spread your pussy open Gia" he groans. I bite my lip, doing as I'm told even though I can barely function enough to do that right then. 

I spread my lips and he pushes the head of his cock along my pussy, and I watch him look down at my pussy. I keep my eyes on his face, as he keeps his eyes between my legs as I feel his cum hit my pussy, the first stream of him, near my hole, already dripping down towards my ass, the next shot, higher, covering the length of my pussy, and then more decorating above my pussy and over my bikini line. I whimper watching his cum cover my pussy as look down. 

"Fuck" I whisper, "That's so much cum" I look up at him and he's looking at my face now and grins at my amazement at how big his load is. 

"If we werent at work, I would've put it all over your pretty face" he grins and groans, jerking the last drop and falling back into his seat. 

He looks at me and grins. My legs spread, dripping his cum onto his desk as it drips down my cunt. 

"You look so fucking sexy like that" he grins , I smile. 

"I can't believe we just did that....while everyone is here" I say and chew my lip. 

"Mmmm...couldnt help it" he says, as I carefully scoot off his desk. 

He grins. "You might wanna go clean up in the ladies room. I made quite the mess" he says.

"Ya think?" I tease sarcastically and lower my dress , and smooth out my hair, as he lifts his pants and buckles them. 

"Tell Gina to fuck off and to never bother me again when my fucking office door is shut, she knows better" he growls. 

"Yes boss" I say opening the door as he finishes adjusting his pants. 

I flush red as the line cooks and dishwashers look at me. 

"ooooooo" one of the young boys my age teases. 

I roll my eyes. "Shut uuuuup" I say. "It's not what you think" I laugh and playfully push at his arm. 

"Get to work fools!" Dom yells out to the kitchen. I stick out my tongue at the guys teasing me, and find my way to Gina, and tell her exactly what Dom said, before heading to the bathroom to freshen up before the doors open.